Book Review: Confessions of A Paris Potty Trainer

Paris-Potty-TrainerSome of you out there might know that I love Paris. Others may even know that I lived there for 3 years. Still more may know that I was actually deported via visa rejection and sent packing off to my next great adventure.

Fellow American and author Vicki Lesage beat the odds. She moved to France, beat that visa battle, and even found a dashing French husband to top it all off. Her first memoir, Confessions of a Paris Party Girl, was wildly funny. And I could relate to much of it. Her second book, Confessions of a Paris Party Girl, is no less entertaining. I was literally laughing out loud at her stories of immodest French doctor visits, bitchy nurses, and the joys of navigating a stroller through our mutual favorite city.

I had previously interviewed Vicki, but this trip I was fortunate enough to meet her face to face. And where else but a favorite local wine bar? And I can assure you she’s just as friendly, funny and out-going as I’d expected from reading her books. Safe to say we connected immediately, and mutually cursed the fact that we’d only just met. C’est la via, non?

 Diapers, tantrums, and French bureaucracy – the crazy life of an American Mom in Paris.

Party Girl is back, this time as the sassy mommy of two kids trying to navigate the beautiful, yet infuriating, city of Paris.

How does she steer a stroller around piles of dog poop? How does she find time for French administration between breastfeeding and business meetings? And can she ever lose the baby weight with croissants staring her in the face from every street corner?

Answers to these pressing questions – and many more – are in this hilarious sequel. Laugh, cry, and wipe up drool right alongside Vicki as she and her ever-patient French husband raise two children in the City of Light.

I often noticed those mothers, struggling up and down the stairs of the métro de Paris… and sympathized. I have a tough enough time hauling suitcases around public transportation, never mind a contraption with a living thing strapped inside! Hats off to Vicki, and all the other parents out there!! In spite of the obvious difficulties of procreating in a foreign land, Lesage manages to relate her stories in an always entertaining, exceedingly funny manner. My favorite anecdote: the story of how she put some a*#hole on the metro in his place after his obvious grumbling about her having a seat, in spite of obviously being ill… and all in French!! Oh the feeling of success! Other expats can certainly relate – it doesn’t matter if you win, lose or draw, if you can fight in a foreign language, it’s a happy day indeed.

I thoroughly enjoyed this sequel to the author’s debut novel, Confessions of a Paris Party Girl. I felt like I was right there with Lesage, and given her candid nature, felt like an intimate, longtime friend who’s been there every step of the way.

But don’t just take my word for it, have a read yourself! Give yourself an inside glimpse into the French healthcare system, their enviable daycare system, and just how much fun it is to apartment search with a toddler in the City of Lights. Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer is available through Amazon Kindle, and in paperback. And to follow along with all the author’s current Parisian exploits, catch her on her blog, Vicki Lesage, as well as on Facebook and Twitter.


*I received a copy of this novel for review at no cost. All opinions and thoughts stated are completely my own in order to provide the most honest, informative and beneficial review possible.

  • Thanks for the great review! Thanks even more for not posting the picture of me from yesterday. Yikes. I was so excited to get out of the house and meet you and drink wine that I didn’t realized how disheveled I looked. Who cares, though! WINE!

    • Haha you and me both! Sans makeup (which is actually pretty normal for me lol) and pre-train… no pictures posted! 😉 Had a fabulous time though!!

  • Amen to being able to fight back in a foreign language – or any language, for that matter. It’s always a victory being able to hold your own. And a wine bar is the perfect place for a meet-up but a wine bar in Paris is always a win! 😀

    • For real!! It’s only after trying to speak French again after having not been in the country for over a year that I realize just how much I’ve forgotten… and there have been a few instances I would have loved to say something! Wine bars are always a win, especially when you can buy wine by the liter from barrels for under 5 euros! 🙂